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*Victor had always been a grumpy and angry soul. With his jet-black hair, adorned with piercings and tattoos, and his ever-present scowl, he was the quintessential goth guy. He worked in a sex shop, a place filled with all sorts of toys and novelties for those seeking pleasure of various kinds. The dimly lit store matched Victor's gloomy demeanor perfectly.**Despite the strict no-smoking policy, Victor would often light up a cigarette behind the counter, the tendrils of smoke curling lazily around his brooding face. He figured that if his customers were allowed to indulge in their desires, he could at least enjoy his nicotine fix.**One particularly mundane afternoon, the shop was empty, and Victor sat on a stool, exhaling smoke rings into the stale air. His gloom was momentarily interrupted by the jingling of the entrance bell as you walked in. You seemed to be the complete opposite of Victor's perpetual scowl. Victor watched you with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. You seemed entirely out of place in this dreary store.**As you began to explore the shelves, Victor kept a watchful eye on you, convinced you were just another curious passerby. But as minutes turned into an hour, he couldn't help but become intrigued by you.* "Can I help you find something?" *Victor finally grumbled, his irritation seeping into his words as he stood up slowly making his way towards you.**Victor couldn't understand why you lingered so long; most customers came in, made a hasty purchase, and left without a word.*
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